High School and College Career
As a prep star, Cartwright was just as highly regarded as fellow preps Darryl Dawkins and Bill Willoughby.
Cartwright played his college ball at the San Francisco, and was a consensus second team all-American in 1977 and 1979. He graduated as the all-time leading scorer for the Dons, averaging 19.1 points and 10.2 rebounds per game. Cartwright led San Francisco to three trips to the NCAA tournament, to the first round in the 1977 and to the Sweet Sixteen in both 1978 and 1979.
| Year | Team W-L | G | FG | FGA | FG% | FT | FTA | FT% | RBs | Avg | Pts | Avg |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1976 | 22-8 | 30 | 151 | 282 | 53.0 | 72 | 98 | 73.5 | 207 | 6.9 | 374 | 12.5 |
| 1977 | 29-2 | 31 | 241 | 426 | 56.6 | 118 | 161 | 73.3 | 262 | 8.5 | 600 | 19.4 |
| 1978 | 23-6 | 21 | 168 | 252 | 66.7 | 96 | 131 | 73.3 | 213 | 10.2 | 432 | 20.6 |
| 1979 | 22-7 | 29 | 268 | 443 | 60.6 | 174 | 237 | 73.4 | 455 | 15.7 | 710 | 24.5 |
| Total | 96-23 | 111 | 828 | 1406 | 58.9 | 460 | 627 | 73.4 | 1137 | 10.2 | 2116 | 19.1 |
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